WORDS.

They were my first love. The wonder of knowing that each word has a meaning. That when you use a word, you get what you want. Water. Vellam. TV. Chocolate. No. Yes. What a bright idea! To use words! Even my two year old mind wondered about them as I do now instead of just accepting them. Later I discovered that a toss of meaningless alphabets will fall into place to form a word. A word that tells something.A miracle!

20 years later they still remain with me. Like childhood friends that have multiplied and grown along with me over the years. They are my source of power and confidence.They have guided me through my journey of mixed emotions. They have allowed themselves to be taken up as weapons when I wanted to fight the world with its villians.The sharpness sometimes gives way to blunt but consistent pressure when i want to convince my comrades about my point of view.My contact with the rest of humanity, my medium for expressing all that rages through my heart, feelings of love and longing, sorrow and confusion.Words that others use, that I have absorbed like an over eager sponge, waiting to hear what pleases me, hurting over those that didnt and reluctantly accepting what was forceful enough to make sense.

They can be a song that stays through time. They are the foundation of all events henceforth since the beginning.

They come in all genres and languages and forms.You have words that are sly and can slip right through your cautious mouth. Then you have those that are sweet and delicious to hear, the kind a woman wants to hear. Words that skip and hop and are skyrocketing with all the adrenaline inside you. Words that slur on too much vodka and just might shed the pretense and tell the truth.Words that arent high anymore and are as sober as law.

My catharisis. My only way out.

I have never written a single piece of poetry in my life.But words can make even that possible. So I write... with words about words.

words that slip out like raindrops on a wet umberella
words that suck me dry leaving me empty and desolate.
words that seem to intertwine like crossed fingers
words that hit me like a furball
words that pelt at me like painful rocks
words that make me feel loved and special
words that reduce me to an insignificant dust particle in the air
words that caution me about the unseen
words that shape a new thought, a page, a book
words that make me remember a moment
words that make me cry into a soft pillow.
words that are not spoken, as silent as my babys sleep
words that sound like tingalingaling
words that paint my mind blank
words that eclipse all other words
Words that I can use to cheat on other words.
Words that point to a distance
words that give meaning to music
words that abuse and harass.
Words that judge me and banish me straight to hell.
Words that I have missed out and hence stay ignorant
Words that thank me for a good deed.
Words that I can hold on to when theres no one else.


How thankful I am for them.